Vertical Limits of Taste
January 13th, 2001The Central Pennsylvania movie theatre situation has to change. You’re either shoved into an overcrowded theatre with a tiny viewing screen or forced to pay out the butt for cold popcorn that seems to brought in from a closet in a plastic bag. Yes, this weekend’s movie-going experience sucked that bad.
With every intention of seeing Cast Away, we wound up going to Vertical Limit instead. While Liz gave it a hardy thumbs down, I was at least amused by the thoughtless plot and pointless stupidity of the characters. This movie should have been renamed 50 Ways to Mishandle Nitroglycerine While Climbing K-2. We thought the experience of seeing Everest, in all aspects of suspense and believability was done much, much better.
Thank God for the IMAX.